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Authors: Lexi Summers
Tags: Coming of Age, love triangle, new adult, college, Erotic Romance, Billionaire, new adult romance, billionaire romance, College romance, Comedy, American Royalty
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college had to offer.
My thirst for new experiences kept me always on the go, always ready to try new things.
The overwhelming pace of it all kept my new sexual fire mostly at bay.
It’s Thursday and the SE Sextet is having their monthly party.
The Sextet is our House’s party suite, so named for the six people tasked with living there.
It was a coveted suite to get and a condition of their taking up residence in the massive two-story space, that could more accurately be described as a 3,000 square foot Manhattan penthouse apartment than a suite you would find in a dorm, is that they had to throw at least one huge party every month.
I wasn’t really in the mood to go out. The non-stop pace of school was getting to me and I was more interested in falling asleep with a good book than dressing up and drinking.
Ana, Jasmine, and Kim were adamant that I come out with them. They were fairly effective in persuading me to keep going, keep experiencing, even when I was exhausted and grumpy.
“Fine, but I’m not changing,” I complain as they collectively pull me from my desk chair where I had settled to read my email.
They examine me. Three sets of eyes look me up and down. It’s a little unnerving.
It isn’t that bad, is it? The Sextet parties were more… come in jeans , less London clubbing attire required—as I had designated Jasmine’s “va-va-voom” look.
I’m wearing dark skinny jeans with tall black boots that came up to my knees, and a loose fitting blue t-shirt with a geeky quote on the front.
Jasmine stares at me. I stare back. Unflinching.
She pouts.
“Please! Just a little va-va?!” She clasps her hands together, as if in prayer.
I’m still grumpy and in no mood to spend time or energy on my appearance.
“Why does it matter so much? You have a pathological need to make everyone around you look hot, like all the time, you know that?” The words are biting, but Jasmine knows my moods well enough to know that I’m not really mad.
Her expression doesn’t change.
I throw up my hands, “It’s a long-ass four years Jas, I’m never going to meet your impossible sex standards!”
That was a little dramatic, but only a little.
Jasmine claimed her need to make everyone in our suite look hot was just another manifestation of her creativity.
According to her, she couldn’t turn it off so we should all just give in.
She was persistent.
Her expression breaks, “Ugh, I’m not trying to be a bitch, Luv—I just need to make you gorge.”
She used as many abbreviations as possible.
She walks to my closet, “Here, at least change your top and let me spend five minutes on your makeup. Deal?”
She hands me a simple black tank top with one inch straps.
That wouldn’t be so terrible. I could leave my bra on since the tank top would cover the pink straps. I wouldn’t have to make any other alterations.
I eye her suspiciously. The compromise is too easy.
I look to Ana and Kim standing in the doorway. Kim nods in agreement. Ana just shrugs. Her you should just give in already you know how she gets look.
“Fine.” I throw off my t-shirt and quickly put on the tank top before she can pull a bait and switch.
“HA!” she squawks in triumph.
“OK, now sit your bum back down. I’m going to give you a luscious smoky eye that will make those green eyes pop out of your head.”
“Thanks for the graphic,” I chide.
“Eh, shut it! I’m doing a soft pink on your lips so if you keep talking the lipstick is going to find its way all over your face, and then I’m afraid I’ll have no choice but to give you a complete makeover, which of course will look ridiculous with what you are wearing and then, well, I guess you’ll just have to change,” she sighs like her logic is incontrovertible.
There is no arguing with her so I shut my eyes and close my mouth.
Even though I can’t see, I get the sense that Jasmine is motioning to someone.
A few seconds later, Kim’s hands are in my hair.
My thirst for new experiences kept me always on the go, always ready to try new things.
The overwhelming pace of it all kept my new sexual fire mostly at bay.
It’s Thursday and the SE Sextet is having their monthly party.
The Sextet is our House’s party suite, so named for the six people tasked with living there.
It was a coveted suite to get and a condition of their taking up residence in the massive two-story space, that could more accurately be described as a 3,000 square foot Manhattan penthouse apartment than a suite you would find in a dorm, is that they had to throw at least one huge party every month.
I wasn’t really in the mood to go out. The non-stop pace of school was getting to me and I was more interested in falling asleep with a good book than dressing up and drinking.
Ana, Jasmine, and Kim were adamant that I come out with them. They were fairly effective in persuading me to keep going, keep experiencing, even when I was exhausted and grumpy.
“Fine, but I’m not changing,” I complain as they collectively pull me from my desk chair where I had settled to read my email.
They examine me. Three sets of eyes look me up and down. It’s a little unnerving.
It isn’t that bad, is it? The Sextet parties were more… come in jeans , less London clubbing attire required—as I had designated Jasmine’s “va-va-voom” look.
I’m wearing dark skinny jeans with tall black boots that came up to my knees, and a loose fitting blue t-shirt with a geeky quote on the front.
Jasmine stares at me. I stare back. Unflinching.
She pouts.
“Please! Just a little va-va?!” She clasps her hands together, as if in prayer.
I’m still grumpy and in no mood to spend time or energy on my appearance.
“Why does it matter so much? You have a pathological need to make everyone around you look hot, like all the time, you know that?” The words are biting, but Jasmine knows my moods well enough to know that I’m not really mad.
Her expression doesn’t change.
I throw up my hands, “It’s a long-ass four years Jas, I’m never going to meet your impossible sex standards!”
That was a little dramatic, but only a little.
Jasmine claimed her need to make everyone in our suite look hot was just another manifestation of her creativity.
According to her, she couldn’t turn it off so we should all just give in.
She was persistent.
Her expression breaks, “Ugh, I’m not trying to be a bitch, Luv—I just need to make you gorge.”
She used as many abbreviations as possible.
She walks to my closet, “Here, at least change your top and let me spend five minutes on your makeup. Deal?”
She hands me a simple black tank top with one inch straps.
That wouldn’t be so terrible. I could leave my bra on since the tank top would cover the pink straps. I wouldn’t have to make any other alterations.
I eye her suspiciously. The compromise is too easy.
I look to Ana and Kim standing in the doorway. Kim nods in agreement. Ana just shrugs. Her you should just give in already you know how she gets look.
“Fine.” I throw off my t-shirt and quickly put on the tank top before she can pull a bait and switch.
“HA!” she squawks in triumph.
“OK, now sit your bum back down. I’m going to give you a luscious smoky eye that will make those green eyes pop out of your head.”
“Thanks for the graphic,” I chide.
“Eh, shut it! I’m doing a soft pink on your lips so if you keep talking the lipstick is going to find its way all over your face, and then I’m afraid I’ll have no choice but to give you a complete makeover, which of course will look ridiculous with what you are wearing and then, well, I guess you’ll just have to change,” she sighs like her logic is incontrovertible.
There is no arguing with her so I shut my eyes and close my mouth.
Even though I can’t see, I get the sense that Jasmine is motioning to someone.
A few seconds later, Kim’s hands are in my hair.
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